As due rain fell on
barren land that is my soul
I clawed my way out
of the darkness I used
to call my own
Soul-treading, the space
between worlds
I have yet to know
I have come to realize
I never stopped rising
out of all the misery
I've outgrownAs due snow fell on
the dry desert that is my toil
I reached for the uncharted
stars just to fail with my all
Shame-resting, the void
between art and fame
I have yet to consume
I have come to realize
I never stopped dreaming
out of all the hardships
I have gone throughAs due time covered
all my scars and
the battles I've won
I have come to realize
I never stopped growing
—never stopped failing
I never stopped learning
—never stopped dreamingAs due memory told me
that I have lived a life
worthy of my all
I have come to realize
that I never stopped grieving
—never stopped healing
I never stopped fighting
—never stopped lovingAs due rain fell on my head
after years of blood and gore
I never stopped chasing
—never stopped livingLove, in all my years
of being in this world
I have come to realize
that I never stopped dying
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an adjournment of scars, an endearment of stitches
Poetry❝𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘧𝘢𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘨𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘴 𝘢�...